Post by tripwire on Feb 12, 2009 0:14:28 GMT -6
I've decided against all the evidence to the contrary that ....
I'm strange... I mean in a nice sort of way...well maybe nice is the wrong word... I mean I have wierd ideas, like the folks in China are really Klingons... and that there are some things that warn us or talk to us...yanno?
Like yesterday, when Luna and her fam arrived home I was sitting in the kitchen having coffee, reading my book....with my Glock 23 laying there...now Luna bless her heart just noted it , her DH never commented, but her DS did and was all agog about it ..
He asked why I had it there and without thinking I said... Well son ya see, there was a disturbance in the force today and I felt the need to have it close...
Now this is an above average 8 yo kid and he looked at me a moment and said...your kidding aren't you? and I said in all honesty that no I wasn't joking......
which of course made him look at his mom then back at me... so I said well ya kno, some days the voices tell me to stay home and clean my guns so I do....
Now this kid is really confused...hahah, chit so was I.. I have never had to explain my actions to anybody...ever, my friends all know how I am and accept me without question.... and how do you explain a life time of paranoia?
BUT, is it really paranoia? or is it those things that warn us to not walk down that dark alley, or down that street? I can't tell you the times I've walked into a bar and got hit by waves of ....what?..~~~~~ something that just said, Hozay my boy, bail your azz outta here, and I did, turned right around and left, confused a lot of ladys ..but ya kno a lot of those time the next day I heard about a brawl or a knife assult something that happened there ... and the lady would say, how did you know?? and I'd say ...know what?... better to appear dumb then scary...
I mean I know how I am, most of my friends know how I am, whats strange? to me strange is sitting in a crowded room with your back to the door... strange is "NOT" sleeping with a gun in your hand...and yes I do that.... stupid you may say, comforting I say... ;D
So you say to yourselves, where is Trip going with this?..and Trip says..beats the Chit outta me! ;D but wherever it is I hope it's new country to see.... That was a joke Faley...
Anyway, now I feel better , sort of like going to confession and finding that it ain't as bad as your thought... or not going coz ya really don't give a chit about spilling yer guts to a stranger hiding behind a screen....
I gotta quit smoking these Kraollas...fer sure the grape ones!!...bad things man...bad things
Well there you have it, how to spend a few minutes confussing the hell outta complete strangers...
Night all...
trip
I'm strange... I mean in a nice sort of way...well maybe nice is the wrong word... I mean I have wierd ideas, like the folks in China are really Klingons... and that there are some things that warn us or talk to us...yanno?
Like yesterday, when Luna and her fam arrived home I was sitting in the kitchen having coffee, reading my book....with my Glock 23 laying there...now Luna bless her heart just noted it , her DH never commented, but her DS did and was all agog about it ..
He asked why I had it there and without thinking I said... Well son ya see, there was a disturbance in the force today and I felt the need to have it close...
Now this is an above average 8 yo kid and he looked at me a moment and said...your kidding aren't you? and I said in all honesty that no I wasn't joking......
which of course made him look at his mom then back at me... so I said well ya kno, some days the voices tell me to stay home and clean my guns so I do....
Now this kid is really confused...hahah, chit so was I.. I have never had to explain my actions to anybody...ever, my friends all know how I am and accept me without question.... and how do you explain a life time of paranoia?
BUT, is it really paranoia? or is it those things that warn us to not walk down that dark alley, or down that street? I can't tell you the times I've walked into a bar and got hit by waves of ....what?..~~~~~ something that just said, Hozay my boy, bail your azz outta here, and I did, turned right around and left, confused a lot of ladys ..but ya kno a lot of those time the next day I heard about a brawl or a knife assult something that happened there ... and the lady would say, how did you know?? and I'd say ...know what?... better to appear dumb then scary...
I mean I know how I am, most of my friends know how I am, whats strange? to me strange is sitting in a crowded room with your back to the door... strange is "NOT" sleeping with a gun in your hand...and yes I do that.... stupid you may say, comforting I say... ;D
So you say to yourselves, where is Trip going with this?..and Trip says..beats the Chit outta me! ;D but wherever it is I hope it's new country to see.... That was a joke Faley...
Anyway, now I feel better , sort of like going to confession and finding that it ain't as bad as your thought... or not going coz ya really don't give a chit about spilling yer guts to a stranger hiding behind a screen....
I gotta quit smoking these Kraollas...fer sure the grape ones!!...bad things man...bad things
Well there you have it, how to spend a few minutes confussing the hell outta complete strangers...
Night all...
trip